This really reminds me of when I was young, in the Army, and stationed at Fort Carson, CO. We used to drive at night on a road that basically went around the outer edges of Colorado Springs. We would smoke a joint and talk about crazy stuff as we drove slowly down that road, dodging the tumbleweeds. That area, and up into the mountains on the old Gold Camp Road were probably the most magical places that I've ever been to. It really does something for you to get into that headspace where you can find some clarity of thought to sort things out.
Every day is a new possibility. It might be just more of the same, but it might not. That's what keeps me going through the winter, when I struggle the most with my depression.